Well, who am I to say no to that?

[ He’s not exactly a daredevil by any means, and while he’s not willing to test the boundaries of his current predicament, he is already dead and he highly doubts that an incredibly hot pepper could kill him again.

With a dramatic bow, he places all his trust in this girl he’s never met before, and devours the pepper whole. He tilts his head as he chews, and pauses after he swallows, looking vaguely disappointed. ]

Huh. That was…depressingly weak.

[ He should know better than that. The heat never kicks in until you least expect it, and just when he’s about to move on to beg for some actual food, that’s when his face goes beet red and he really feels it. ]

Oh, shit—nope. Taking it back. Shit, shit, shit…shiiiit.

[ He’s suffering, but he cackles breathlessly as he makes a whole performance out of his pain. He bounces on his toes, flaps his hands, fans his mouth, and ultimately ends up doubled over, half drama and half discomfort. Peering at Adora upside-down through a curtain of hair, his voice comes choked and strained: ]

Whoo! Talk about the fires of hell. I don’t think it burnt through my esophagus, but—water? Something?